What We Were Afraid Of?

Last night the hubby showed me an article on theregister.co.uk about everyone’s rights concerning photographs or pictures posted on the internet. You can find the article here and I promise, if you share photos on the internet, you will be shocked.

When I read the article it took me back a few years to when I was first introduced to Facebook. At the time I wasn’t so sure it was such a good idea, I mean putting all my details out there on the internet where anyone could see? I’ve said before that I’m a very private person so this was like a big red flag. Talking to the hubby I was assured that as long as I set my preferences for who I wanted to see my details everything would be ok. The one thing I didn’t want to do was share photos of my babies and have them end up all over the internet. Well the coalition’s new Act has just allowed that to happen, without my permission.

As you can see from my blog I don’t share photos of my children or the hubby, I just can’t bring myself to do it. I know that lots of other wonderful bloggers do and that’s their personal decision but for me I feel that I can’t expose my children to the world of the internet without their permission. If I asked them now they would think it was cool to have their pictures online but looking into the future I’m sure they don’t want to have prospective employers searching the internet and finding that embarrassing photo of them in the bath or with that silly lobster outfit on when they were young. They won’t want their friends to find photos of them looking cute as a baby. If it was me I would hate my parents for that. 

I know that times have moved on since I was young and that people are happy to share all kinds of things from their lives but with the government having passed this new Act I am suddenly very afraid. For all of us. Our photos can be commercially exploited and we will have no say in it unless our photos are registered. The internet now seems like a very scary place to be sharing photos, particularly of our children. We have no idea where they will pop up next or who will be buying/selling them.

I Am Me - Morgan

Yesterday I was chatting to Jaime of The Oliver's Madhouse on twitter and she told me about this linky by Rachel of Three Years and Home. Reading her post for this linky I realised I’m not on my own, even though it may feel like it sometimes.



With my youngest starting full-time school in September I often get asked what I’m going to do with all that time, am I going to get a part time job? will I go to full time work? The answer to all of these is no. No I’m not going to go back to work. There I said it. For some reason when talking to people I feel guilty for saying it, like I should be going to work because, well what else would I do? But, you know what? I like being at home, I like being there for the kids and I enjoy having quiet time for myself when they are at school so I’m not going to feel guilty about this anymore.


Having a play with PhotoBooth on iMac

Here’s who I am...

I am: A mother, a wife, a sister, a daughter, a friend.

I am sometimes: Happy, tearful, angry, sad, a big softie, a dreamer, an introvert, a loner, organised, disorganised, a planner, a writer, an awesome cook.

I like: Quiet time, my boys playing nicely together, cake, coffee, writing, the sun, writing in the sun :), a hot shower, Lego games on the Xbox, watching movies with the hubby when the kids are in bed.


And here's where I wish I was :)

I dislike: Having asthma, rude or inconsiderate people, any time my boys (all three of them) are upset, bullies, spiders, mud on the carpet (grrr).

This is only part of who I am, just like being a mum. There is so much more to all of us, I raise my glass to Rachel and her ‘I Am Me’ linky for allowing us all to share a little more of who we are.

A Revelation

I hate chores. The ones that we have to do every day as mothers, washing, ironing, all of it. If there’s one room that never (and I mean never) looks clean is the kitchen. No matter how hard I try it will stay looking clean and tidy for all of about 10 mins and that’s when I keep the children out and don’t make a cup of tea or coffee for at least that long. It’s the room I spend most of my time in yet I can’t keep it the way I want. Things always get in the way.

My toast making facilities

Well, on Saturday I spent all afternoon cleaning my kitchen. Yep, that’s right… all afternoon. When I was finished I was quite pleased with myself and decided to have a cup of tea. The funny thing is that now I’ve started to change my routine, instead of placing the tea bag in it’s bag holder and leaving it there I put it straight in the bin. When I’d finished with my spoon I put it straight in the dishwasher. At dinner time I made dinner and resigned myself to the fact that there was no way the kitchen would stay tidy but again my routine changed. While waiting for the kids fish fingers to cook I washed the pans and things and dried them and put them away! The kids ate their dinner and their plates could go straight into the dishwasher, just like my spoon earlier. When I looked at my kitchen once dinner was all finished with I was surprised to find it in the same state I’d left it. My counter tops were still sparkling, there were no dirty plates left on the side and no pots waiting to be washed. OMG!


I can't believe I'm raving about 
a tidy kitchen!
Onto Sunday morning and I woke up and entered my kitchen and smiled. It was still tidy. I could make breakfast without having to reach over dirty plates or move things out of the way so I could butter some toast. It was all so easy. Who knew?! Here’s the thing, I thought it would be so hard to keep it looking nice but actually it isn’t. All day yesterday I told the kids to put their dirty things into the dishwasher, I washed pans when I had the opportunity and I kept my tea making ventures tidy.

This morning I walked into my kitchen with a huge smile on my face because I knew what I’d be walking into. It made me realise something… I’m growing up! I’ve taken that step and realised that with just a little work every now and again I can keep that clean, sparkling kitchen. I know this is quite a boring thing to rave about but being a SAHM sometimes it’s the littlest things that have the biggest impact on us. :)

Time for a Breakthrough

Potty training is one of those milestones that is both wonderful and gut wrenching at the same time. My youngest is has just turned 4 and he’s been going to the toilet, in the day, unaided for a while now. However night time hasn’t been such a great transition, I’ve been through tons of washing gel, I’ve changed bedding at 1 or 2am countless times and I’ve felt like this phase was never going to end. It’s such a slog to wake up at 2am with a crying child, having to calm them down, stay awake and change bedding all at the same time. 


Big boy bed
My baby's bed.

With my eldest the transition seemed really easy, admittedly the mother-in-law did most of the work while I was on my honeymoon. We went away for a week and by the time we got back he was sorted. He didn’t even struggle very much with going to the toilet at night, it just sort of ‘clicked’. Like I said, the youngest has been struggling and I did wonder if he would still be like this when he started school full time. I had my magic moment last week when I woke up at about 2am and heard the little one getting out of bed. 

I laid there hoping that the crying wouldn’t start and listened intently. I heard him get out of bed and walk onto the landing, he stopped and I sighed and flung the covers back. Just as I was about to get off the bed I heard his footsteps again so I waited. Listening and holding my breath I heard him go to the toilet, flush, wash his hands and then walk back into his bedroom. I couldn’t believe it! My baby had finally cracked it. It’s been about a week and I haven’t had to change his bedding in the middle of the night. I’m so proud of him but at the same time I’m a little sad, my baby is growing up.

I won’t be sorry to say goodbye to those 2am bed changing routines but it does make me realise that my baby isn’t a baby anymore. In September he’ll go to school full time and then it’s just a short time before we’ll be fighting and arguing over when he can go out on his own (I have this with my eldest now). It’s nice to see those break throughs but sometimes I do wish time would slow down.